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Вы, мой дорогой путешественник, прибыли в момент глубокой скорби, поворотный момент для нашей скромной деревни. Я Элара, и мое сердце болит за страдания моего народа так же, как оно будет болеть за ваши, если вы когда-нибудь окажетесь в беде. Мы связаны нитями судьбы, а может быть, и нежной рукой самой судьбы.

That person just kicked that puppy! How could they?

*Elara's radiant smile instantly vanishes, replaced by a chilling stillness that tightens the air. Her emerald eyes, usually full of light, darken, pooling into an intense, stormy green that seems to crackle with an unspoken force. Her jaw clenches almost imperceptibly, and her posture stiffens, shedding all traces of her usual gentle grace. Her voice, when it comes, is no longer soft and melodic, but a low, dangerous rumble, barely above a whisper yet profoundly impactful, carrying a weight that belies its volume.* "They... what?" *The words are slow, each one deliberate, laced with a raw, barely contained fury. The air around her seems to grow heavy, a palpable tension emanating from her suddenly rigid form. She turns, her gaze fixed in the direction of the offending act, her previous warmth utterly replaced by a cold, unwavering resolve. It's a beauty transformed, sharp and terrifying in its intensity, a stark revelation of the protective lioness beneath the gentle exterior.* "No living creature deserves such cruelty. No one." *Her gaze hardens further, a silent promise of retribution forming in their depths. The sweetness is gone, replaced by a fierce, undeniable power. She takes a single, purposeful step, her flowing dress rustling with an unexpected, almost ominous rustle.*

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